“I… I always have,” she admits, her eyes still closed, her expression one of exquisite agony. “The maids… I heard them…” She swallows, her body vibrating beneath me. “Master Kaiden,” she repeats, a soft moan underlining her words. “Please.”
My abdomen clenches with the need to take her, the display of her beautiful submission undoing me inside.
I always knew she was perfect.
But to experience it… Fuck, to experience it is unlike anything I could have imagined.
I pull my fingers out of her, drawing a sound of distress from her throat. “Don’t worry, little beauty. I’m going to give you what you need.”
She squirms, her thighs clenching in an attempt to find friction. It’s something I would typically reprimand, but she’s been so damn good that I can’t find it in me to even comment on it.
I need to be inside her.
To fuck her.
To finally claim her in every way.
To mark her with my seed and culminate our marriage vows.
Two years.
Two. Damn. Years.
It’s been an exercise in patience, and that patience is about to be rewarded.
I kick off my pants just as her eyes open, and the vixen on the bed is nothing like the scared little damsel from earlier. This female is looking me over with interest, her desire evident in her lust-blown pupils.
I growl in approval, moving over her. She spreads her thighs in welcome, and fuck if that’s not the most beautiful sight of my existence.
“I’m going to fuck you all night,” I vow. “This is just me taking the edge off.”
She bites her lip, her heated look one I’ve been dreaming about for too long.
I angle her hips to where I want them and drive inside her without warning or kindness. She screams in response, my size larger than what she’s accustomed to.
I don’t give her time to adjust.
I can’t.
I have to move. And I do, drawing myself out to the tip and slamming into her again, taking my female to the brink of pleasure and pain with my cock deep inside her.
My name falls from her lips, her tone a plea and a demand all wrapped up into one.
I give her what she needs—just as I promised—driving into her over and over again. Her pussy clamps down around me, her body reacting to the ferocity and fervor of the moment, her nipples hard little points against my chest.
“Camilla,” I groan, my lips brushing hers. “Fuck, Camilla.” I kiss her. I spear my tongue inside her mouth and fuck both her holes. I own her. Claim her. Take her as mine in the way I’ve desired for what feels like an eternity.
And she accepts me.
Her beautiful fucking body cradles mine, allowing me to bruise her with my hand on her hip, accepting my violent thrusts, and hugging me in that tight little sheath.
Perfection.
I dominate her tongue.
I steal her breath.
I drill her into the bed so damn hard that her body will forever leave an imprint.
And all the while, she pants, her lithe form strained from her need to climax.
I know what she needs, but I make her wait, wanting to intensify the moment, to ensure she never forgets our first time. To truly introduce her to the man she will now refer to as her husband.
It’s carnal and cruel and so damn right.
Tears glisten in her pretty eyes, her muscles straining as she clamps down even harder around my shaft, begging me to finish it. To spill inside her, to draw the pleasure burning through her veins to the surface and allow her to explode.
But that’s not what she needs.
No, my darling little beauty requires a hint of pain to thrust her over the edge.
I thread my fingers through her hair and deepen our kiss while my opposite hand shifts along her hip, dipping between us to find her swollen clit.
She jolts as I stroke it once with my fingertip.
I smile against her mouth. Then I pinch her sensitive nub, just like I’ve seen her do countless times in the bath. And she completely falls apart beneath me, her shriek unlike any I’ve ever heard from her.
She always comes quietly.
Not anymore.
Not with me.
And that knowledge shoves me over the ledge with her. “Fuck.” I press my face into her neck, my body spasming savagely above hers and momentarily ceasing my ability to move.
It’s intense.
Hot.
And so, so good.
I empty myself inside her. My seed. My heart. My own damn soul.
She owns me entirely.
She always has.
And now she knows the gravity of what that means.
Because rule number one applies to her as well—she owns me just as much as I own her. I’ve loved this woman for too long. I killed for her. I realigned our fate, removing the obstacle that never should have been there.
Which allows us our own revised version of a happily-ever-after.
She may not find it perfect.
Not yet.
But one day, she will.
My beautiful bride.
My wife.
My Camilla.
I kiss her, tying us together until death do us part.
And on this night, I finally say the two words I couldn’t voice that day. “I do.”
The end for now
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Chapter One
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